The Quiet Harmony of Words
Some people speak to release their emotions; others find relief in silence. I have always belonged to the latter. Speaking asks for pauses, filters, and courage. Writing asks only for honesty. From the time I was a shy young girl, writing became my safe space. I didn’t yet have the confidence to say what I felt, but the moment my pen touched paper, I felt a quiet power return to me. It was never just words—it was my soul spilling freely - my private refuge. There were no interruptions, no judgment, no pressure to explain myself. Even emotions that felt too heavy to carry found their way out through language. Writing turned confusion into clarity. When anxiety or emotional overload made speaking impossible, Paper listened patiently. My thoughts could unfold slowly, truthfully. I learned to organise myself into words, to reflect instead of react. In moments of loneliness and sadness, writing became my companion—the one place where vulnerability felt safe. Over time, solace turned in...